Solange Daye

"You can't reject them. They are royals." 
"That is not a law," I cross my arms over my chest. "As soon as they acknowledge the bond between us, I will reject them." 
Mom takes another swig of the drink in her hand. "You can't. You are special." 
"Nyx doesn't make me special," I hiss. "She makes me weird." 
'I heard that,' Nyx replies from the other side of the room. 

***
For as long as Macy can remember, Nyx has been in her mind or by her side. Unlike other werewolves, Macy was gifted at birth with an ancient wolf who has lived many lives.
It is both a blessing and a curse.
Nyx being in her life has made it difficult for her to fit in, and she has remained an outcast.
To top it off, a damning prophecy hangs over Macy's head. Either she tames her mates, the Royal Twins, or death and destruction will come to pass. There is only one problem. She hates them, and they hate her. Years of torment and being called Crazy Macy has driven a wedge between them that cannot be removed or repaired. 
Macy isn't the only one with problems. The Royal Twins are keeping secrets of their own and are trying to find a way to find others like them. Little do they know, they need Macy as much as she needs them. 
With the world at stake, the three of them will need to put their differences behind them.

The Royal Twins and the Unforgiving Princess

　　It is like waking up from a deep sleep. My eyes struggle to focus against the light, and I don't know where I am. To say I am disoriented is an understatement.


　　Someone touches me on the shoulder, and I try to get away. I trip over my feet and fall face down in the dirt. I don't try to get up at first. Instead, I lie there and try to compose myself.


　　"Macy," Destin's voice breaks the silence.


　　Rolling onto my back, I squint up at him. He looks different. Before Astoria took over, there was no concern for me in his eyes. Now, he looks at me like I might break. I wonder what has changed.


　　There is also a difference in how he looks. He is covered head to toe in armor. There is a silver sword at his side and a shotgun strapped to his back. He has been in battle. His normally flawless skin is littered with scars, including a deep one across his eye. I cock my head to the side and wonder why he didn't heal himself.


CHAPTER 76 Flying